• Octan92

    Lowell, a Coterie assassin, perched himself behind a few strategically placed large crates, carefully concealing his rather bulky frame from any prying eyes. If everything went as planned, his work would be over and done by midnight – that is if the Orlesian Ambassador, Lord Henri, kept his usual midweek appointment. Earlier in the week, the assassin had charmed a serving maid he knew worked for the noble’s wife to have lunch with him, skillfully wheedling from her information about the lord’s “habits”; and if the wench was correct, the Orlesian would be leaving through the back alley door of the brothel straight across from the hidden Coterie member, with minimal security in tow, in a quarter of an hour’s time.

     As the minutes ticked by…

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